Percy Jackson The Complete Collection (42 page)

‘You’d think he’d run out of rocks,’ I muttered.

‘Swim for it!’ Grover said.

He and Clarisse plunged into the surf. Annabeth hung on to Clarisse’s neck and tried to paddle with one hand, the wet Fleece weighing her down.

But the monster’s attention wasn’t on the Fleece.

‘You, young Cyclops!’ Polyphemus roared. ‘Traitor to your kind!’

Tyson froze.

‘Don’t listen to him!’ I pleaded. ‘Come on.’

I pulled Tyson’s arm, but I might as well have been pulling a mountain. He turned and faced the older Cyclops. ‘I am not a traitor.’

‘You serve mortals!’ Polyphemus shouted. ‘Thieving humans!’

Polyphemus threw his first boulder. Tyson swatted it aside with his fist.

‘Not a traitor,’ Tyson said. ‘And you are
not
my kind.’

‘Death or victory!’ Polyphemus charged into the surf, but his foot was still wounded. He immediately stumbled and fell on his face. That would’ve been funny, except he started to get up again, spitting salt water and growling.

‘Percy!’ Clarisse yelled. ‘Come on!’

They were almost to the ship with the Fleece. If I could just keep the monster distracted a little longer…

‘Go,’ Tyson told me. ‘I will hold Big Ugly.’

‘No! He’ll kill you.’ I’d already lost Tyson once. I wasn’t going to lose him again. ‘We’ll fight him together.’

‘Together,’ Tyson agreed.

I drew my sword.

Polyphemus advanced carefully, limping worse than ever. But there was nothing wrong with his throwing arm. He chucked his second boulder. I dived to one side, but I still would’ve been squashed if Tyson’s fist hadn’t blasted the rock to rubble.

I willed the sea to rise. A six-metre wave surged up, lifting me on its crest. I rode towards the Cyclops and kicked him in the eye, leaping over his head as the water blasted him onto the beach.

‘Destroy you!’ Polyphemus spluttered. ‘Fleece stealer!’

‘
You
stole the Fleece!’ I yelled. ‘You’ve been using it to lure satyrs to their deaths!’

‘So? Satyrs good eating!’

‘The Fleece should be used to heal! It belongs to the children of the gods!’

‘
I
am a child of the gods!’ Polyphemus swiped at me, but I sidestepped. ‘Father Poseidon, curse this thief!’ He was blinking hard now, like he could barely see, and I realized he was targeting by the sound of my voice.

‘Poseidon won’t curse me,’ I said, backing up as the Cyclops grabbed air. ‘I’m his son, too. He won’t play favourites.’

Polyphemus roared. He ripped an olive tree out of the side of the cliff and smashed it where I’d been standing
a moment before. ‘Humans not the same! Nasty, tricky, lying!’

Grover was helping Annabeth aboard the ship. Clarisse was waving frantically at me, telling me to come on.

Tyson worked his way around Polyphemus, trying to get behind him.

‘Young one!’ the older Cyclops called. ‘Where are you? Help me!’

Tyson stopped.

‘You weren’t raised right!’ Polyphemus wailed, shaking his olive tree club. ‘Poor orphaned brother! Help me!’

No one moved. No sound but the ocean and my own heartbeat. Then Tyson stepped forward, raising his hands defensively. ‘Don’t fight, Cyclops brother. Put down the –’

Polyphemus spun towards his voice.

‘Tyson!’ I shouted.

The tree struck him with such force it would’ve flattened me into a Percy pizza with extra olives. Tyson flew backwards, ploughing a trench in the sand. Polyphemus charged after him, but I shouted, ‘No!’ and lunged as far as I could with Riptide. I’d hoped to sting Polyphemus in the back of the thigh, but I managed to leap a little bit higher.

‘Blaaaaah!’ Polyphemus bleated just like his sheep, and swung at me with his tree.

I dived, but still got raked across the back by a dozen jagged branches. I was bleeding and bruised and exhausted. The guinea pig inside me wanted to bolt. But I swallowed down my fear.

Polyphemus swung the tree again, but this time I was ready. I grabbed a branch as it passed, ignoring the pain
in my hands as I was jerked skywards, and let the Cyclops lift me into the air. At the top of the arc I let go and fell straight against the giant’s face – landing with both feet on his already damaged eye.

Polyphemus yowled in pain. Tyson tackled him, pulling him down. I landed next to them – sword in hand, within striking distance of the monster’s heart. But I locked eyes with Tyson, and I knew I couldn’t do it. It just wasn’t right.

‘Let him go,’ I told Tyson. ‘Run.’

With one last mighty effort, Tyson pushed the cursing older Cyclops away, and we ran for the surf.

‘I will smash you!’ Polyphemus yelled, doubling over in pain. His enormous hands cupped over his eye.

Tyson and I plunged into the waves.

‘Where are you?’ Polyphemus screamed. He picked up his tree club and threw it into the water. It splashed off to our right.

I summoned up a current to carry us, and we started gaining speed. I was beginning to think we might make it to the ship, when Clarisse shouted from the deck, ‘Yeah, Jackson! In your face, Cyclops!’

Shut up
, I wanted to yell.

‘Rarrr!’ Polyphemus picked up a boulder. He threw it towards the sound of Clarisse’s voice, but it fell short, narrowly missing Tyson and me.

‘Yeah, yeah!’ Clarisse taunted. ‘You throw like a wimp! Teach you to try marrying me, you idiot!’

‘Clarisse!’ I yelled, unable to stand it. ‘Shut up!’

Too late. Polyphemus threw another boulder, and this time I watched helplessly as it sailed over my head and crashed through the hull of the
Queen Anne’s Revenge.

You wouldn’t believe how fast a ship can sink. The
Queen Anne’s Revenge
creaked and groaned and listed forward like it was going down a playground slide.

I cursed, willing the sea to push us faster, but the ship’s masts were already going under.

‘Dive!’ I told Tyson. And as another rock sailed over our heads, we plunged underwater.

My friends were sinking fast, trying to swim, without luck, in the bubbly trail of the ship’s wreckage.

Not many people realize that when a ship goes down, it acts like a sinkhole, pulling down everything around it. Clarisse was a strong swimmer, but even she wasn’t making any progress. Grover frantically kicked with his hooves. Annabeth was hanging on to the Fleece, which flashed in the water like a wave of new pennies.

I swam towards them, knowing that I might not have the strength to pull my friends out. Worse, pieces of timber were swirling around them; none of my power with water would help if I got whacked on the head by a beam.

We need help
, I thought.

Yes.
Tyson’s voice, loud and clear in my head.

I looked over at him, startled. I’d heard Nereids and other water spirits speak to me underwater before, but it never occurred to me … Tyson was a son of Poseidon. We could communicate with each other.

Rainbow
, Tyson said.

I nodded, then closed my eyes and concentrated, adding my voice to Tyson’s:
RAINBOW! We need you!

Immediately, shapes shimmered in the darkness below – three horses with fish tails, galloping upwards faster than
dolphins. Rainbow and his friends glanced in our direction and seemed to read our thoughts. They whisked into the wreckage, and a moment later burst upwards in a cloud of bubbles – Grover, Annabeth and Clarisse each clinging to the neck of a hippocampus.

Rainbow, the largest, had Clarisse. He raced over to us and allowed Tyson to grab hold of his mane. His friend who bore Annabeth did the same for me.

We broke the surface of the water and raced away from Polyphemus’s island. Behind us, I could hear the Cyclops roaring in triumph, ‘I did it! I finally sank Nobody!’

I hoped he never found out he was wrong.

We skimmed across the sea as the island shrank to a dot and then disappeared.

‘Did it,’ Annabeth muttered in exhaustion. ‘We…’

She slumped against the neck of the hippocampus and instantly fell asleep.

I didn’t know how far the hippocampi could take us. I didn’t know where we were going. I just propped up Annabeth so she wouldn’t fall off, covered her in the Golden Fleece that we’d been through so much to get, and said a silent prayer of thanks.

Which reminded me … I still owed the gods a debt.

‘You’re a genius,’ I told Annabeth quietly.

Then I put my head against the Fleece, and before I knew it I was asleep, too.

‘Percy, wake up.’

Salt water splashed my face. Annabeth was shaking my shoulder.

In the distance, the sun was setting behind a city skyline. I could see a beachside highway lined with palm trees, storefronts glowing with red-and-blue neon, a harbour filled with sailboats and cruise ships.

‘Miami, I think,’ Annabeth said. ‘But the hippocampi are acting funny.’

Sure enough, our fishy friends had slowed down and were whinnying and swimming in circles, sniffing the water. They didn’t look happy. One of them sneezed. I could tell what they were thinking.

‘This is as far as they’ll take us,’ I said. ‘Too many humans. Too much pollution. We’ll have to swim to shore on our own.’

None of us was very psyched about that, but we thanked Rainbow and his friends for the ride. Tyson cried a little. He unfastened the makeshift saddle pack he’d made, which contained his tool kit and a couple of other things he’d salvaged from the
Birmingham
wreck. He hugged Rainbow around the neck, gave him a soggy mango he’d picked up on the island and said goodbye.

Once the hippocampi’s white manes disappeared into the
sea, we swam for shore. The waves pushed us forward, and in no time we were back in the mortal world. We wandered along the cruise line docks, pushing through crowds of people arriving for vacations. Porters bustled around with carts of luggage. Taxi drivers yelled at each other in Spanish and tried to cut in line for customers. If anybody noticed us – five kids dripping wet and looking like they’d just had a fight with a monster – they didn’t let on.

Now that we were back among mortals, Tyson’s single eye had blurred from the Mist. Grover had put on his cap and sneakers. Even the Fleece had transformed from a sheepskin to a red-and-gold high school letter jacket with a large glittery Omega on the pocket.

Annabeth ran to the nearest newspaper box and checked the date on the
Miami Herald.
She cursed. ‘June eighteenth! We’ve been away from camp ten days!’

‘That’s impossible!’ Clarisse said.

But I knew it wasn’t. Time travelled differently in monstrous places.

‘Thalia’s tree must be almost dead,’ Grover wailed. ‘We have to get the Fleece back
tonight
!

Clarisse slumped down on the pavement. ‘How are we supposed to do that?’ Her voice trembled. ‘We’re hundreds of miles away. No money. No ride. This is just like the Oracle said. It’s
your
fault, Jackson! If you hadn’t interfered –’

‘Percy’s fault?!’ Annabeth exploded. ‘Clarisse, how can you say that? You are the biggest –’

‘Stop it!’ I said.

Clarisse put her head in her hands. Annabeth stomped her foot in frustration.

The thing was: I’d almost forgotten this quest was supposed to be Clarisse’s. For a scary moment, I saw things from her point of view. How would I feel if a bunch of other heroes had butted in and made me look bad?

I thought about what I’d overheard in the boiler room of the CSS
Birmingham –
Ares yelling at Clarisse, warning her that she’d better not fail. Ares couldn’t care less about the camp, but if Clarisse made him look bad…

‘Clarisse,’ I said, ‘what did the Oracle tell you exactly?’

She looked up. I thought she was going to tell me off, but instead she took a deep breath and recited her prophecy:

‘
You shall sail the iron ship with warriors of bone
,
You shall find what you seek and make it your own
,
But despair for your life entombed within stone
,
And fail without friends, to fly home alone
.’

 

‘Ouch,’ Grover mumbled.

‘No,’ I said. ‘No … wait a minute. I’ve got it.’

I searched my pockets for money, and found nothing but a golden drachma. ‘Does anybody have any cash?’

Annabeth and Grover shook their heads morosely. Clarisse pulled a wet Confederate dollar from her pocket and sighed.

‘Cash?’ Tyson asked hesitantly. ‘Like … green paper?’

I looked at him. ‘Yeah.’

‘Like the kind in duffel bags?’

‘Yeah, but we lost those bags days a-g-g –’

I stuttered to a halt as Tyson rummaged in his saddle pack and pulled out the airtight bag full of cash that Hermes had included in our supplies.

‘Tyson!’ I said. ‘How did you –’

‘Thought it was a feed bag for Rainbow,’ he said. ‘Found it floating in sea, but only paper inside. Sorry.’

He handed me the cash. Fives and tens, at least three hundred dollars.

I ran to the kerb and grabbed a taxi that was just letting out a family of cruise passengers. ‘Clarisse,’ I yelled. ‘Come on. You’re going to the airport. Annabeth, give her the Fleece.’

I’m not sure which of them looked more stunned as I took the Fleece letter jacket from Annabeth, tucked the cash into its pocket, and put it in Clarisse’s arms.

Clarisse said, ‘You’d let me –’

‘It’s your quest,’ I said. ‘We only have enough money for one flight. Besides, I can’t travel by air. Zeus would blast me into a million pieces. That’s what the prophecy meant: you’d fail without friends, meaning you’d need our help, but you’d have to fly home alone. You have to get the Fleece back safely.’

I could see her mind working – suspicious at first, wondering what trick I was playing, then finally deciding I meant what I said.

She jumped in the cab. ‘You can count on me. I won’t fail.’

‘Not failing would be good.’

The cab peeled out in a cloud of exhaust. The Fleece was on its way.

‘Percy,’ Annabeth said, ‘that was so –’

‘Generous?’ Grover offered.

‘
Insane’
, Annabeth corrected. ‘You’re betting the lives of everybody at camp that Clarisse will get the Fleece safely back by tonight?’

‘It’s her quest,’ I said. ‘She deserves a chance.’

‘Percy is nice,’ Tyson said.

‘Percy is
too
nice,’ Annabeth grumbled, but I couldn’t help thinking that maybe, just maybe, she was a little impressed. I’d surprised her, anyway. And that wasn’t easy to do.

‘Come on,’ I told my friends. ‘Let’s find another way home.’

That’s when I turned and found a sword’s point at my throat.

‘Hey, cuz,’ said Luke. ‘Welcome back to the States.’

His bear-man thugs appeared on either side of us. One grabbed Annabeth and Grover by their T-shirt collars. The other tried to grab Tyson, but Tyson knocked him into a pile of luggage and roared at Luke.

‘Percy,’ Luke said calmly, ‘tell your giant to back down or I’ll have Oreius bash your friends’ heads together.’

Oreius grinned and raised Annabeth and Grover off the ground, kicking and screaming.

‘What do you want, Luke?’ I growled.

He smiled, the scar rippling on the side of his face.

He gestured towards the end of the dock, and I noticed what should’ve been obvious. The biggest boat in port was the
Princess Andromeda.

‘Why, Percy,’ Luke said, ‘I want to extend my hospitality, of course.’

The bear-man twins herded us aboard the
Princess Andromeda.
They threw us down on the aft deck in front of a swimming pool with sparkling fountains that sprayed into the air. A dozen of Luke’s assorted goons – snake people,
Laistrygonians, demigods in battle armour – had gathered to watch us get some ‘hospitality’.

‘And so, the Fleece,’ Luke mused. ‘Where is it?’

He looked us over, prodding my shirt with the tip of his sword, poking Grover’s jeans.

‘Hey!’ Grover yelled. ‘That’s real goat fur under there!’

‘Sorry, old friend.’ Luke smiled. ‘Just give me the Fleece and I’ll leave you to return to your, ah, little nature quest.’

‘Blaa-ha-ha!’ Grover protested. ‘Some old friend!’

‘Maybe you didn’t hear me.’ Luke’s voice was dangerously calm. ‘Where – is – the – Fleece?’

‘Not here,’ I said. I probably shouldn’t have told him anything, but it felt good to throw the truth in his face. ‘We sent it on ahead of us. You messed up.’

Luke’s eyes narrowed. ‘You’re lying. You couldn’t have…’ His face reddened as a horrible possibility occurred to him. ‘Clarisse?’

I nodded.

‘You trusted … you gave…’

‘Yeah.’

‘Agrius!’

The bear-man flinched. ‘Y-yes?’

‘Get below and prepare my steed. Bring it to the deck. I need to fly to Miami Airport, fast!’

‘But, boss –’

‘Do it!’ Luke screamed. ‘Or I’ll feed you to the drakon!’

The bear-man gulped and lumbered down the stairs. Luke paced in front of the swimming pool, cursing in Ancient Greek, gripping his sword so tight his knuckles turned white.

The rest of Luke’s crew looked uneasy. Maybe they’d never seen their boss so unhinged before.

I started thinking … If I could use Luke’s anger, get him to talk so everybody could hear how crazy his plans were…

I looked at the swimming pool, at the fountains spraying mist into the air, making a rainbow in the sunset. And suddenly I had an idea.

‘You’ve been toying with us all along,’ I said. ‘You wanted us to bring you the Fleece and save you the trouble of getting it.’

Luke scowled. ‘Of course, you idiot! And you’ve messed everything up!’

‘Traitor!’ I dug my last gold drachma out of my pocket and threw it at Luke. As I expected, he dodged it easily. The coin sailed into the spray of rainbow-coloured water.

I hoped my prayer would be accepted in silence. I thought with all my heart:
O goddess, accept my offering.

‘You tricked all of us!’ I yelled at Luke. ‘Even DIONYSUS at CAMP HALF-BLOOD!’

Behind Luke, the fountain began to shimmer, but I needed everyone’s attention on me, so I uncapped Riptide.

Luke just sneered. ‘This is no time for heroics, Percy. Drop your puny little sword, or I’ll have you killed sooner rather than later.’

‘Who poisoned Thalia’s tree, Luke?’

‘I did, of course,’ he snarled. ‘I already told you that. I used elder python venom, straight from the depths of Tartarus.’

‘Chiron had nothing to do with it?’

‘Ha! You know he would never do that. The old fool wouldn’t have the guts.’

‘You call it guts? Betraying your friends? Endangering the whole camp?’

Luke raised his sword. ‘You don’t understand the half of it. I was going to let you take the Fleece … once I was done with it.’

That made me hesitate. Why would he let me take the Fleece? He must’ve been lying. But I couldn’t afford to lose his attention.

‘You were going to heal Kronos,’ I said.

‘Yes! The Fleece’s magic would’ve sped his mending process by tenfold. But you haven’t stopped us, Percy. You’ve only slowed us down a little.’

‘And so you poisoned the tree, you betrayed Thalia, you set us up – all to help Kronos destroy the gods.’

Luke gritted his teeth. ‘You know that! Why do you keep asking me?’

‘Because I want everybody in the audience to hear you.’

‘
What
audience?’

Then his eyes narrowed. He looked behind him and his goons did the same. They gasped and stumbled back.

Above the pool, shimmering in the rainbow mist, was an Iris-message vision of Dionysus, Tantalus and the whole camp in the dining pavilion. They sat in stunned silence, watching us.

‘Well,’ said Dionysus drily, ‘some unplanned dinner entertainment.’

‘Mr D, you heard him,’ I said. ‘You all heard Luke. The poisoning of the tree wasn’t Chiron’s fault.’

Mr D sighed. ‘I suppose not.’

‘The Iris-message could be a trick,’ Tantalus suggested, but his attention was mostly on his cheeseburger, which he was trying to corner with both hands.

‘I fear not,’ Mr D said, looking with distaste at Tantalus. ‘It appears I shall have to reinstate Chiron as activities director. I suppose I do miss the old horse’s pinochle games.’

Tantalus grabbed the cheeseburger. It didn’t bolt away from him. He lifted it from the plate and stared at it in amazement, as if it were the largest diamond in the world. ‘I got it!’ he cackled.

‘We are no longer in need of your services, Tantalus,’ Mr D announced.

Tantalus looked stunned. ‘What? But –’

‘You may return to the Underworld. You are dismissed.’

‘No! But – Nooooooooooo!’

As he dissolved into mist, his fingers clutched at the cheeseburger, trying to bring it to his mouth. But it was too late. He disappeared and the cheeseburger fell back onto its plate. The campers exploded into cheering.

Luke bellowed with rage. He slashed his sword through the fountain and the Iris-message dissolved, but the deed was done.

I was feeling pretty good about myself, until Luke turned and gave me a murderous look.

‘Kronos was right, Percy. You’re an unreliable weapon. You need to be replaced.’

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I didn’t have time to think about it. One of his men blew a brass whistle, and
the deck doors flew open. A dozen more warriors poured out, making a circle around us, the brass tips of their spears bristling.

Luke smiled at me. ‘You’ll never leave this boat alive.’